CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and THIRTY-SEVEN
“Sorry, I’d just taken a bite,” Heidi said. “I bet you’d like to know all about that head you found. But first. . . Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“Sure,” Sandy said, reaching for a sandwich. “What would you like to know?”
“I wondered, well, this is what they asked,” Heidi said. “They being. . .”
“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Ava said, interrupting.
“Heh,” Heidi grinned. “Good idea.”
“She always forgets that not everyone knows what she knows,” Ava said with a smile.
Smiling, Heidi nodded.
“Okay,” Heidi said. “I’ve always been a little in awe of O’Malley so it was a great treat to go to his house. Ava and I have known each other from college. Dale, too. But I haven’t been there before. I was so excited to see O’Malley’s house that I kind of forgot about the hoard.”
“The hoard?” Sandy asked with a smile.
“Well, isn’t it a hoard?” Heidi asked. “Saved from the Nazis by some ambition and smart Jews?”
“You forgot about the dark objects,” Ava said.
“How could I forget about the dark objects?” Heidi said with a laugh.
Sandy grinned at the woman’s glee.
“I was so focused on the house that I forgot there was even a hoard,” Heidi said. “And then, Ava lead me around the corner and I was like. . .”
Heidi’s mouth dropped open. Ava and Sandy smiled.
“How many items have you returned?” Heidi asked.
“How many?” Sandy scowled a little bit. “A little less than twenty? I think. We’re having a few authenticated — some at the Louvre, some in Israel.”
“It’s. . . a lot,” Sandy said. “Some people are angry with us — well, me — for keeping their object from them. Some people are angry because. . . I don’t know why. Really, the whole thing is a mess. The Polish government is suing us or was. I think that’s worked out. If you can believe it, some descendants of Nazis are saying that the paintings or whatever belongs to them. And, we haven’t gotten through it all. Sometimes, I wish we’d never opened the tunnel.”
“I completely understand,” Heidi said. “I mean, I haven’t found anything like that but it’s really common in archeology to have this kind of chaos. People always want a piece of whatever you find. Do you have good lawyers?”
“Do you know who Nadia Kerminoff is?” Sandy asked.
“The doctor?” Heidi asked. She nodded.
“She’s handling all of the legal crap,” Sandy said. “Or her lawyers are. We were able to get everything out of the mine through her company.”
“You’re lucky,” Heidi said. “I have a friend who fell into a major find. She was out hiking and literally fell into the cavern. She worked for years and has been in court even longer!”
“I’m not surprised,” Sandy said. “I wish I’d known, you know? There are a lot of things I could have spent money on.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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